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The Binch

Take a break from the
drudgery with some of these jokes, song parodies, anecdotes and assorted humor that has been collected from friends & from websites across
the Internet. This humor is light-hearted and sometimes slightly offensive to the easily-offended, so you are forewarned. I have taken care
to censor "humor" with reproductive function innuendo and hateful tirades, so it is all workplace-safe. I have also tried to warn
of any links that will result in audio clips so you can take appropriate precautions. Please send any potential candidates for this humor page
to the e-mail link above.

Shortly after 9/11, I talked to a representative from a major electronics parts distributor who took offense
at my having posted this. Here is the
story.

Every U down in Uville liked
U.S. a lot,But the BINch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The BINch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,It could be his turban
was screwed on too tight.Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of allMay have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban."They're
doing their business," he snarled from his perch."They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"

Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,And abide by their U and S values and rules,

And then they'd do something he liked least of all,Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"All
around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

"I must stop that singing," BINch said with a smirk,And he had an idea--an idea that might work!The BINch
stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers."They'll wake
to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"

The BINch
cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,Instead he
heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--And the BINch heard the most unpredictable thing...And
he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!

He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,What
he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,Was singing!
Without any towers at all!He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!For down deep in the hearts of
the old and the young,Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,And you can't smash
the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,With a hand in
each hand of the tall and the small,And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,It
means more than wealth or political powers,It's more than our enemies ever could guess,So may God bless
America! Bless us! God bless!